AN: Just a oneshot I thought of whilst listening to this song; and reading something about rain and Mello. read and review - I may continue onto a two-shot lemon?
Song: In the arms of an Angel - Sarah McLachlan

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R a i n d r o p s
in the arms of an angel.

It rains all the time now. But, nobody really understands why. Rain is meant to show that someone, somewhere is crying. Maybe, somebody has passed away; and the rain is the one way to bring their soul up to the Heavens. But then, rain was relaxingly cool. You could stand in it and think. You didn't have to go home all the time, maybe, you just didn't want to.

You could just pretend for a little while.

x x x x - - - -

When Mello stands in the rain, he does mind the fact that the annoying wetness is allowing his hair to stick to his face - especially to his stinging scar. He does mind the fact that the wet droplets are allowing his leather to stick to his skin. Usually, he will scream and moan and whinge about how dull and unnecessary the rain is.

But, today isn't one of those days.

Today, Mello stands in the rain with a blank expression, staring at nothing and feeling nothing but sorrow. For once he agrees with the rain and allows it to prick him with a cold feeling. He allows it to just be, as he is there. But, for once he accepts the fact that the rain is calming him.

Only a little bit.

But if one thing is bothering Mello right now, it's the fact that he has nobody to hold on to. He has nobody to cling to, no one to break down onto. It doen't hurt him a lot, just a small percentage. He wants to turn and have somebodies arms around him.

But we don't get what we want; when we need it the most.

"Hey, Mel," A voice whispers in his ear. Mello doesn't move; because the voice had echoed softly - telling him he's imagining it. He's cold and he feels dizzy. "I'm back,"

Mello turns then, because that voice is so familiar.

Red hair is shining due to the wetness of the rain. Orange goggles are hiding green eyes and Mello tugs the goggle's down to the person's neck to get a better look at the wonder in front of him. He can't help it. He allows some tears to come to his eyes.. and spill over.

"Shh," Matt whispers, wrapping his arms around Mello's body as he looks down at the grave stone Mello is standing at.

'Nate River.
he found his missing piece.

Rest well, Snow Angel.'

Matt laughs softly, because it is so typical that Mello places a snotty remark. But he can imagine the small, freaky smile on Near's usually blank face. He can hear the laughter between the two; even if it isn't going to happen again. The memories are his witnesses.

Mello slips his arms around Matt's neck and sobs silently to the two of them. Matt listens to Mello's sad sobs and ignores the rain that falls onto them; because for now; his only concern is Mello.

He pulls the blonde away and takes the cold hand into his own, entwining cold, shivering fingers with his own as he presses his lips to the corner of Mello's mouth, capturing a raindrop - or maybe it's a tear; he doesn't know. "Let's go, Babe." Matt whispers softly, knowing that the small smile Mello gives him is because he's thankful.

Mello squeezes his fingers softly and allows Matt to take him home, because Matt is all he has now. His, Angel.

The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies,
that you make up for what you lack.
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time..
it's easier to believe.. in this sweet madness,
oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees..